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Dormitory Basement: Pool: Saturday Night

It was too cold and too wet to even consider the beach as a viable option. Luckily the pool was the cleanest, sparkliest, shiniest pool Jack'd ever seen.

And given that everyone was still living in the cabins, he figured it was a fair bet that no one was going to want to use it anytime soon. To be on the safe side, he'd made a sign suggesting that going away would be a good idea, and that anyone who saw the sign and did so would be owed a favour by Jack Harkness. Redeemable at will.

It took several trips down from the second floor, but he was finally satisfied. There was food and wine and a picnic blanket, there were candles and plenty of them, there was - and he grinned at himself - a CD player playing a cheesy New Age CD of ocean sounds.

Only one thing was missing, so he headed down to the cabins to find her, hanging the sign on the door on his way out.

[ooc: yeah, locked to Jack and one other, but if your character has a reason to be wandering by and does see the sign, Jack will owe them a favour.]

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Jack made sure the sign was firmly in place after he led Sam into the pool area.

He had to admit he was rather pleased with the effect. The candles lit the place with a radiant glow, reflecting off the water, it was warm - he'd tinkered with the heat to ensure that - and there were enticing smells wafting from the direction of the picnic blanket. As for the ocean sounds, well, they did lend it a certain beachy feel.

"So, what do you think?" he asked, smiling down at her.

"I think you've outdone yourself," Sam said, looking around. "I don't know if I've ever had anyone make such an effort."

"Thank you, Jack."

"You're more than welcome, Sam," he said, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. "Now, there's food, wine, and swimming - skinny dipping is right out, though. Not enough privacy. Which would you like first?"

"Hmmm," she thought about that, "Maybe a glass of wine?"

"We can do that." Jack led her over to the blanket and sat down, grabbing the bottle of wine. He filled two glasses, adding a little twisting flourish at the end. "For you," he said, offering one to Sam.

"Thank you, Jack." Sam couldn't help repeating herself as she accepted the wine and sipped. "Nice. Do you know where you learned about wine, or is this innate knowledge?"

"I'd love to be able to claim innate knowledge," he said with a grin. "But I can't. I also don't know that much about wine. Whenever I learn how to cook something new, I find out what wine goes with it." He shrugged, taking a sip and looking a little sheepish.

"So you're not perfect after all," she winked. "Am I a small person if that makes me feel better?"

"Anything that makes you feel better has my full support," he said. "But I find it hard to imagine anyone thinking I'm perfect." He returned her wink. "Except maybe in some areas."

"Perfect, huh?" Sam told herself that the blush on her neck was because of the wine. Which she'd had two sips of. "And what areas would those be? And you're perfectly Jack."

"Perfect may be taking it too far," he said modestly, declining to specify an area. "But I've never had any complaints." Tipping his head to the side, he smiled at her, enjoying the blush. "Perfectly Jack, huh? What does being perfectly Jack entail?"

Sam thought about that for a few minutes. "You're a charming flirt, gorgeous, with good taste in wine, the ability to make people around you feel better about themselves, but you're a good listener, no, a great listener, and you're someone I've trusted with a secret I've barely told anyone. You're almost as elusive as the wind, but you're as solid as the earth."

"But inside, you've got this...depth." She sipped her wine again while she tried to figured out how to phrase this. "You've got things you've seen, but that you either don't or can't talk about with me. I hope you talk about them with someone," she finished quietly, "because the idea of you being isolated makes me sad in a way you can't imagine."

She raised her hand to his cheek.

Jack stared at her in silence, completely floored. In lieu of words, he rubbed his cheek against her hand and tried to think of something to say.

"You can trust me with your secret," he finally said. "I would never tell anyone anything you told me." He drew in a deep breath. "As for the rest," he turned his head to kiss her palm. "I think you might be seeing things that aren't there, but no one's ever said anything like that to me."

Setting his wine glass down, he took her face between both his hands and kissed her, very softly, very carefully, before sitting back. "Thank you. I'm not a big sharer." His lips quirked into a small smile. "But I trust you, if that means anything."

With a small shake of his head, he gestured at the covered plates. "Food or swimming?"

"You're welcome," she said, taking his face in hers so she could try and meet his eyes. "And thank you for trusting me. It means a lot."

"Is the food hot?"

Jack met her eyes, smiling slightly. "Yeah, well. You're a hard woman not to trust." He pulled away slowly, still smiling, and looked down at the food. "The food is warm, not hot, and will wait until you're ready for it. This entire night is yours to command," he said grandly, raising an eyebrow at her in question.

"Well, if the food will wait," she stood, stripping off her shirt and tank top revealing a simple black suit (http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/application/prodDisplay/?namespace=productDisplay&origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&event=display&prnbr=UP-200269&page=1&cgname=OSSWMOPSZZZ&rfnbr=158), "I think I'd rather swim, then."

Jack's eyes lit up in appreciation. "I have to say I support that idea," he said. "Swimming it is." He shrugged out of his shirt and stripped off his jeans, leaving him with a pair of swim trunks (http://ai.pricegrabber.com/product_images/7747000-7747999/7747880_125.jpg). "Shall we?"

Sam grinned back after giving him the once-over as she slid off her shorts and walked over to the edge of the pool. "We shall."

She curled her toes around the edge and prepared to dive in.

Jack ran past her and leapt into the pool before she could jump, grinning as he broke the surface. "Come on, what are you waiting for?"

And because she was Sam, she stuck her tongue out at him before she executed a perfect racing dive and swam to the surface. "I like diving in better," she said, slicking her hair back.

"That was very impressive." He swam closer, shaking his head and sending water droplets flying towards her. "Where'd you learn to dive like that?"

"Ack," she wiped the water out of her eyes and kicked up, splashing at him a little. "High school swim team. Er, the first time."

Jack just grinned and let the water splash over him. "Can I ask you about it?" he asked, head cocked, treading water easily. "About the cloning? And feel free to say no."

Sam dunked her head back, then looked at him, treading water as the water drained down her neck. "Yes, you can ask."

"Okay." Jack let himself float to the surface, lying on his back, hands flicking idly to keep himself in place. "You had memories of knowing how to do things, right? Did your body remember how to do them?" He tilted his head to look at her. "Like diving. Did you have to teach your body how to do it again, or did it just happen?"

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